Search for the Soul Gem

Chapter Eighteen

     "Uh, sir?" JARVIS's voice broke through the cacophony of laughter. Tony hesitated for a moment and I gasped for breath, my chest aching.

     "Yes J?" Tony began his assault again causing my aching laughter to resume.

     "Tony!" I whined out with a smile.

     "Sir, Mr. Fury is getting quiet impatient," JARVIS said. There was a moment when Tony seemed to not hear JARVIS. He continued to tickle me for a few more seconds before groaning and finally stopping the assault.

     "Thanks J," Tony groaned. I was still trying to catch my breath. His eyes landed on me again with a mischievous glint in them, "we'll have to continue this another time Ms Scaffer," he said. I let out breathy laugh in response.

     "Oh fantastic," I said, rolling my eyes. Tony smiled down at me and before I could do anything else, he captured my mouth against his. I cupped his face in my hands and grudgingly pulled away from him, "We should get going before Fury comes barging in here," I whispered. Tony smirked and glanced down at my mouth.

     "Let him come, I bet he'll learn to be more patient," Tony muttered, leaning down to kiss me again. I smiled into the kiss before pushing away once again.

     "Tony, behave yourself," I said back. Tony kissed my cheek before pulling himself off me. He held out his hand to me.

     "That's much easier said than done my dear," Tony said as he pulled me up to stand next to him. I shook my head as I began searching the floor for my clothes that were discarded there yesterday.

     "Level of annoyed, do I have time to go to my room and change?" I asked to JARVIS.

     "Uhm, I would say not Miss," JARVIS said slowly. I groaned and slid my legs into my jeans, along with my knit socks from yesterday. I trotted over to Tony's closet quickly and opened the doors. I started flipping through the shirts that rested there.

     "Do you have anything in here that's not a band shirt or a thousand dollar suit?" I asked, pushing the fifth Black Sabbath shirt out of my way. Tony chuckled as he appeared behind me. His arms slipped around my waist as he placed a languid kiss on my neck.

     "Sorry, all my blouses are at the dry cleaners," he murmured into my skin.

     "Ridiculous," I said, my voice high as I tried to keep from laughing. I flipped back to the third Black Sabbath shirt I'd found and pulled it out.

     "Good choice sweetheart," Tony said, kissing my cheek and stepping away from me. I smiled over my shoulder at him before I slipped the shirt I'd been wearing over my head, "Mmm, damn," he whispered low. I scoffed and turned to throw the discarded shirt at him.

     "Behave!" I chided with a smile. He caught the shirt easily in one hand and shot a wink back at me with a smirk, "Get dressed, we're meeting Fury!" I directed. Tony saluted.

     "Yes ma'am!" he said. He strode over to the closet. I passed by him and made my way to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror at my refection. My hair was a tangled mess on the top of my head. I ran my fingers through my hair in an attempt to calm it down a bit. It fell in messy curls around my face. With a splash of water on my face to wake me up and scrub my face clean. As I was drying my face, Tony came in. He was in a simple black t-shirt with a leather jacket thrown over it. The arc reactor flushed slightly under it in muted blue along with his pulse.

     "You look much better in my shirt than I do," he muttered, leaning against the door frame. I glanced over at him with a smirk.

     "Too bad I can't brush my teeth though," I said disgusted. Tony leaned forward.